the moist air fills my nostrils
eyes closed against the torrent
thought washed away by the noise
as you sip the fountain of flesh
the silent murmurs elevate
as your hands become a monologue
fingers punctuating small celebrations
lips kissing each unspoken word
This is me
holding each essential breath
while you dive into the shallow pools and play
I watch you slowly drift
and caresses my breasts without shame
flowing into one wild ambition met.
your lips, my Love,
are in the shape of a journey completed.
words have too many edges to describe it.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-lips-my-love-erotic/
